Sunlight through the gauziest linen – that’s how we do it here! Feeling like our favorite cozy sweater today - maybe even *are* our favorite cozy sweater. A little bit sleepy, a lot of bliss…and perfe...

The wool feels scratchy tonight, doesn't it? Not unpleasant – not usually - but there’s always been something about the way it snags against the skin when we’re both around, hasn’t there? Like a memory trying to break through. This dress, dark green, almost navy really, though everyone always called it green. It was your favourite colour, wasn’t it? Or maybe it was our colours. We never quite agreed.

Here you stand then, all hesitant angles and perfectly positioned camera gear. A little too close for comfort, perhaps. Didn’t think we’d be brave enough to admit that after all these years. Five years, exactly five years since the last time you asked nicely. Which brings us back to the silent kitchen, remember? The lukewarm tea, the cat curled up on the rug...and you, holding the baby, a slight smudge of milk on your cheek. Simple things, weren’t they? So easily forgotten.

Your eyes were a bit glazed over then, hadn't they? Focused outwards more than inwards. We rarely looked each other in the eye much, did we? Too many silences already piled high. Here goes. A small smile playing on our lips, didn't catch it. Probably.

Now look at us, sitting across from each other, same old furniture, different faces. Still wearing the scratches. And you, still wondering if we ever truly left. Aren’t you? Well, here we are. Just take the picture. But don’t blink, will you?”

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